Zheng Yanyan sat on Zhou Yuwen's seat, happily munching on a family bucket.
And Zhou Yuwen could only stand by the table, leaning on it. He said, "Do you really not consider yourself an outsider?"
Zheng Yanyan flipped her eyes dismissively and said with pride, "Hmph, didn't you say we were good friends? Why would good friends be outsiders?"
When dealing with Zheng Yanyan, Zhou Yuwen had nothing to say, while Zheng Yanyan became even more smug, "Hey, I want to ask you, the school's been on lockdown, how did you get your hands on this KFC?"
"That's none of your business."
"Tsk, stingy. It's not like it's anything big, right?"
"If it's not something big, stop eating it with such relish."
As he spoke, Zhou Yuwen made a move to take some snacks next to her, which immediately made Zheng Yanyan beg for mercy, "Hey, bro, I was wrong. I just want to know if I can still eat KFC next time."
"You wish. Is my money just for show? I'm not Chang Hao."
"I'll pay, okay?"
